Like adder darting from his coil, Like wolf that dashes through the toil, The Chieftain's gripe his throat compressed, SOUTHEY (OUTLINE HISTORY, § 92) THE SCHOLAR My days among the Dead are past; Where'er these casual eyes are cast, The mighty minds of old; My never failing friends are they, With them I take delight in weal And seek relief in woe; And while I understand and feel My cheeks have often been bedew'd My thoughts are with the Dead; with them Their virtues love, their faults condemn, And from their lessons seek and find My hopes are with the Dead; anon Yet leaving here a name, I trust, LANDOR (OUTLINE HISTORY, §§ 92, 101) ROSE AYLMER AH what avails the sceptred race, A night of memories and of sighs ON HIMSELF I STROVE With none, for none was worth my strife; I warm'd both hands before the fire of life; FRIENDSHIP (From Imaginary Conversations: Barrow and Newton.) Newton. I had something more, sir, to say—or rather— I had something more, sir, to ask-about Friendship. Barrow. All men, but the studious above all, must beware in the formation of it. Advice or caution on this subject comes immaturely and ungracefully from the young, exhibiting a proof either of temerity or suspicion; but when you hear it from a man of my age, who has been singularly fortunate in the past, and foresees the same felicity in those springing up before him, you may accept it as the direction of a calm observer, telling you all he has remarked on the greater part of a road which he has nearly gone through, and which you have but just entered. Never take into your confidence, or admit often into your company, any man who does not know, on some important subject, more than you do. Be his rank, be his virtues, what they may, he will be a hindrance to your pursuits, and an obstruction to your greatness. If indeed the greatness were such as courts can bestow, and such as can be laid on the shoulders of a groom and make him look like the rest of the company, my advice would be misplaced; but since all transcendent, all true and genuine greatness, must be of a man's own raising, and only on the foundation that the hand of God has laid, do not let any touch it: keep them off civilly, but keep them off. Affect no stoicism, display no indifference; let their coin pass current; but do not you exchange it for the purer one you carry, nor think the milling pays for the alloy. Greatly favoured and blessed by Providence will you be, if you should in your lifetime be known for what you are: the contrary, if you should be transformed. Newton. Better and more decorous would it be, perhaps, if I filled up your pause with my reflections; but you always have permitted me to ask you questions; and now, unless my gratitude misleads me, you invite it. Barrow. Ask me anything: I will answer it, if I can; and I will pardon you, as I have often done, if you puzzle me. Newton. Is it not a difficult and a painful thing to repulse, or to receive ungraciously, the advances of friendship? Barrow. It withers the heart, if indeed his heart were ever sound that doth it. Love, serve, run into danger, venture life, for him who would cherish you: give him everything but your time and your glory. Morning recreations, convivial meals, evening walks, thoughts, questions, wishes, wants, partake with him. Yes, Isaac ! there are men born for friendship; men to whom the cultivation of it is nature, is necessity, as the making of honey is to bees. Do not let them suffer for the sweets they would gather; but do not think to live upon those sweets. Our corrupted state requires robuster food, or must grow more and more unsound. CAMPBELL (OUTLINE HISTORY, § 92) DISTANCE LENDS ENCHANTMENT' Ar summer eve, when Heaven's ethereal bow More sweet than all the landscape smiling near ?— Thus, from afar, each dim-discover'd scene From dark oblivion, glows divinely there. THE BATTLE OF THE BALTIC I. OF Nelson and the North, Sing the glorious day's renown, When to battle fierce came forth All the might of Denmark's crown, And her arms along the deep proudly shone; By each gun the lighted brand, In a bold determined hand, And the Prince of all the land Led them on. II. Like leviathans afloat, Lay their bulwarks on the brine; On the lofty British line: It was ten of April morn by the chime There was silence deep as death; And the boldest held his breath, III. But the might of England flush'd And her van the fleeter rush'd O'er the deadly space between. 'Hearts of oak!' our captains cried; when each gun From its adamantine lips Spread a death-shade round the ships, Like the hurricane eclipse Of the sun. |